She said no.

 

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. 
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. 

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. 

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. 

                                           --Pablo Neruda

                                                                              Tonight I can write (The saddest lines)

The Moon bends her arc…

“Come with me home. 

The stars rise, the moon bends her arc, 

Each glowworm winks her spark,

Let us get home before night grows dark:

For clouds may gather

Though this is summer weather,

Put out the lights and drench us through;

Then if we lost our way what should we do?”

—“The Goblin Market” by Christina Rossetti